Lonelythree

[WSA 2025 Entry]

[You have inherited The Class Huntsman Of Death.]
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Deathborne.

A game that I couldn’t stop playing in my free time.  A game that hooked me to the core. A game that I was determined to finish and achieve the true happy ending by hook or crook.

You might be wondering why.

It's because no matter what choices I made, no matter how much I tried, it always ended with a bad ending.

An ending with the protagonist winning at the cost of innumerable sacrifices and being left alone as the last surviving human.

Would you enjoy a movie, novel, or game that ends with only the hero surviving?

Would you like such an ending?

Of course not.

Neither could I.

That's why I tried my hardest and kept trying. Alas, despite all my efforts, I have yet to reach the true happy good ending.

That's why I kept on grinding to achieve a good ending until I got that message.

[Congratulations, player Mr. Per781, for clearing all hidden conditions. You are now eligible to access the hidden route, as deemed by the game developer.] 

[Do you want to proceed?] 

[Yes] [No] 

In the next moment, I felt my soul getting dragged by and my consciousness getting detached from the main body.

Being a hardcore otaku, I knew what was going on. I almost showed a middle finger and screamed, "I will commit suicide in another world if you drag me."

Just then hand emerged from the screen and pulled me into the monitor leaving the room empty which resonated with my last words.

"FUCKING HELLLL!"

The Huntsman Of Death:A Gamer's POV As Side Character

The classroom was quiet except for the faint hum of Emilia's voice as she went over the leftover parts of the previous class on mana theory. My head felt heavy, and I yawned, trying to shake off the drowsiness that clung to me like a second skin.

The reason for my current state of exhaustion was sitting right next to me. Reed, as usual, had gone completely wild last night, dragging me around and ranting about all sorts of anime, manhwa, and random stuff.

At first, it was fun. I mean, who doesn't enjoy a good story now and then? But I got carried away. I might not be a full-blown Chunni like Reed, but I do love a good novel, and before I knew it, I was so absorbed that I lost track of time. By the time I realized what was happening, it was already morning, and I had no choice but to drag myself to class with barely any sleep.

87:Dragging Down Others.